"And send him his owne!" sayes Nan.

Now for these prudent things that sit
Without end and to none,
And their committees, that townes and cities
Fill with confusion;
For the bold troopes of sectaries,
The Scots and their partakers,
Our new British states, Col. Burges and his mates,
The covenant and its makers;
For all these wee'le pray, and in such a way,
As if it might granted be,
Jack and Gill, Mat and Will,
And all the world would agree.
"A plague take them all!" sayes Besse;
"And a pestilence too!" sayes Margery,
"The devill!" sayes Dick; "And his dam, (34) too!" sayes Nick;
"Amen! and Amen!" say I.


It is desired that the knights and burgesses would take especial
care to send down full numbers hereof to their respective counties
and burroughs, for which they have served apprenticeship, that all
the people may rejoyce as one man for their freedom.



Ballad: A Coffin For King Charles, A Crown For Cromwell, And A Pit
For The People